Entering Kung Fu into a Sauce

Chapter 215 This Is My Compatriot

He Keren had just packed up her and Jiang Bao's things from the ruins when Christopher brought a group of people over.

"God, they're here!" Christopher said, pointing backwards.

Jiang Bao looked up and saw more than 30 Chinese people meandering behind Christopher, all of them were dusty and dull-eyed, as if they were used to being bullied.

"That's right, you've done a good job!" Jiang Bao praised Christopher, and then gave him a new order, "Go to the front compartment, clear out dozens of seats for me, and let these people go there. Sit on the side!"

Christopher looked distressed: "Master, these Chinese didn't buy tickets for the front car, I put them there, but the train conductor didn't want to!"

Jiang Bao glared: "Not willing? You can hit him until he is willing!"

Christopher was still a little hesitant: "If I do this, will the Lord bless me?"

"Lord, what's the point? I'll bless you!"

"Master, I'll know if you just say that!" Christopher said, running towards the front car happily.

His ponies (that is, the gang of cowboys) saw that the boss regarded Jiang Bao as a great god. Although they didn't quite understand, they didn't dare to ask more questions, but followed him inexplicably.

He Keren asked, "Brother Leopard, how did you become a great god?"

Jiang Bao smiled and told what happened just now.

"Brother, you are so lucky! Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, who in the world does not know the king?" He Keren laughed exaggeratedly.

Jiang Bao fondled her hair, and then came to the group of Chinese: "Where are you all from?"

Seeing that Jiang Bao and He Keren looked like their own compatriots, and also spoke fluent Chinese, those Chinese had long felt a sense of intimacy.Now hearing Jiang Bao's question, they immediately answered in one go:
"I am from Guangdong and Guangxi, and he is from Yunnan Province!"

"We are from the Central Plains, and he is from Yanjing!"

"The few of us are from Pujiang!"

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After hearing what they said, Jiang Bao only asked: "No matter where you are from, you are all Chinese compatriots. When you are robbed, why don't you stand up and resist?"

The two original men said: "We resisted, but there are so many of them, we can't beat them. Look, there is blood on the corner of my mouth!"

Jiang Bao has always known that the Central Plains people are fearless and tough-tempered, and today they really live up to their reputation.

He praised: "Good guy!"

Then, he asked those from Pujiang: "There are seven or eight of you, why don't you dare to resist the robbers?"

"They have guns!" a middle-aged man in Pujiang said timidly.

"They are all tall and powerful, and they are so fierce. Even if we have ten times the number, we are still no match for them!" Another young man from Pujiang with fair face, thin skin and tender flesh accused Jiang Bao of not daring to resist. , actually still resentful.

Jiang Bao pointed to the two men from the Central Plains and said, "Both of them dared to resist, and the robbers didn't even shoot! There are so many of you, and none of you dared to resist. What an embarrassment to our Chinese compatriots!"

In his previous life, he had heard people say that men in Pujiang were the weakest, the best in the nest, and the most adoring of foreigners, and he saw it with his own eyes today.

"Just you guys, it's no wonder you don't get bullied outside!" Jiang Bao snorted coldly.

"You are also Chinese, and sometimes you are bullied by others. What right do you have to blame us?" The boy attacked Jiang Bao instead.

"Am I qualified to accuse you, you will see it in a while!"

After Jiang Bao finished speaking, he said to the two Central Plains men and a group of Chinese behind them: "I put you in the front carriage, and we all sit together, and there is also a support. If someone dares to bully you again, do you dare to resist?" ?”

The two Central Plains men said in unison: "Dare, why don't you dare?"

Those non-Pujiang Chinese also expressed their support: "I didn't dare to resist before because we sat too far apart and were alone. If we can sit in a car and everyone knows each other, then we will definitely dare to resist!"

Only the few Pujiang Chinese shook their heads and sneered: "You think this train is driven by your family? Even if the conductor is your relative, you can't arrange it!"

Jiang Bao sneered and said, "Can I arrange it? You'll see it in a while!"

That little boy in Pujiang spat: "Even if you make arrangements, I won't sit with you, so as not to be troubled by you!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled the middle-aged man in clothes: "Second Uncle, let's go back to the original carriage!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Christopher came over with a group of white men.

"Master, I've already negotiated with these people, everyone go sit in the back compartment!" Christopher bit the word "negotiation" very hard.

Jiang Bao glanced at the white passengers and saw that each of them had scars on their faces. Obviously, Christopher's "negotiation" was a laborious task.

He couldn't help laughing and said, "You've done a good job. If you can use me in the future, I will definitely bless you!"

"Thank you, Great God!" Jiang Bao's words were what Christopher wanted.

He grabbed a white man by the collar: "You bastards, go to the back compartment and sit anywhere. Go!"

Those white people had already been "discussed", and they didn't dare to resist, so they walked obediently to the rear compartment.

"Master, I'll show you the way!" Christopher didn't let his pony intervene, and picked up the suitcase He Keren packed.

"Okay, let's go with you and see how you arrange it?" Jiang Bao smiled.

"Master, I guarantee you will be satisfied!" If Christopher didn't have luggage in both hands, he would definitely slap his chest loudly.

Jiang Bao asked again, "Did the train conductor agree to your arrangement?"

Christopher smiled slyly: "The train conductor didn't agree at first, but we pulled out his two teeth for free, and he agreed!"

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Bao liked Christopher more and more.

While joking, everyone came to the front compartment.

Without waiting for Jiang Bao's order, Christopher arranged more than 30 Chinese in a dozen or so sleeper boxes nearby.

When the arrangement was about to be ready, the two Central Plains men suddenly said to the little boy: "Boy, didn't you say that you want to go back to the original compartment? Why did you follow us here again?"

When they said this, the expressions of those Pujiang Chinese people were extremely unnatural.Someone said with a smiling face: "We were wrong just now, we apologize to everyone!"

Someone apologized, and the Central Plains man couldn't say anything more, after all, he was his compatriot.

However, that little boy quickly changed his face: "It is the welfare that this great god fought for us. What does it matter to you people from the Central Plains? What right do you have to say about me?"

Jiang Bao stared: "I'm from the Central Plains! Get out of here, go back to your original car!"

The little boy changed his face again: "Master, Master, for the sake of us being compatriots, don't be as knowledgeable as me!"

Jiang Bao didn't bother to talk nonsense with him at all, and directly ordered Christopher: "Take this kid to the back compartment for me!"

"Yes, God!"

"Also, call the driver of this car and ask him to cut off the rear compartment, leaving only this section and the front compartment to move on!"

(End of this chapter)